A Letter To Martin Zephram Lindon
You came into Mommy and Daddy’s life not quite the tiny bundle of fluff and energy most puppies are as you were already four months old. But oh the joy you were and would be for the rest of your life. You were the very embodiment of unconditional love and would be for every remaining day, hour, minute and second of your far too brief mortal life. You knew no malice, you sought no pack position, indeed I don’t believe you ever knew how to be angry or upset with others. All you ever wanted was to be with your people and play with your brother’s and sisters both four footed and twos. But most of all you loved your daddy and how your daddy loved you back more than he could have ever thought possible. But a little over a year ago God decided you had completed all your loving works and that it was time for you to go back to His presence. It seems that he withdrew his protective hand from you and an illness that had chosen you quickly descended and its ravages brought you down so fast and mercilessly. It is such a horrible irony that the one with the biggest heart, who lived to share his heart-felt love and joys, who lived to teach others to open their hearts was being stolen from me by heart failure. No passing could have been right for you Martin, but somehow this was just too mean, too wrong and too unthinkable. I could never have imagined the day when I would have to say “goodbye for now my son” even if you had been many many years older. But Martin that is exactly what I somehow needed to find the strength to say to you and then to do the things I had to for your comfort and release. How can that have been a year ago my son? I can barely fathom that and yet it is a fact that you have been gone exactly a year today. While your brothers and sisters and your niece Dawn keep me plenty busy and fill our house, I always miss my big boy and our house is just not right without you, it is somehow empty and silent. You know I still cry over you but in fact they are tears for my own loss. I know you are much better there than you were here in the end. You no longer hurt, your cough is gone, your belly is no longer full of fluid, you have the pulse and wind to run to your hearts content. You play in a beautiful place with Punk, my two hair boys together again. I know you visit gaff girls Tulak and Heather as well as Momma’s kids who are waiting patiently for her and that you and Punk together just generally find a bit of mischief now and then because you are the most fun loving of kids. I often wonder who your caregiver is until Momma and I arrive. I know you have one but I just can’t figure out who it is. But as long as you get all the things you need, good food, lots of water for the water boy himself, some treats – especially cheese – and a comfortable place to rest and sleep I thank him/her and ask them to ensure you are always happy, always comfortable and always have someone to give you the hugs that I cannot for the moment. Could you do a couple of things for me Martin? Most of all son be on the lookout for when Virgil arrives there like Punk, Tulie and Heather were for you. I know Virgil is a big tough alpha boy who made things hard on you from time to time but he is not well and I fear he will come to you before too long. I’m doing the best I can to nurse him on but he is slowly weakening and there is no doubt his calendar is winding down. He too is in his twilight. But believe it or not son Virgil is mellowing as he ages. Dawn has been good for him in that way, in fact I am sure she is the reason he is still here. Since she got home in December she has given him the strength and vigour that had been waning over the last couple of years. Even so son, just be ready when I call upon you to be there for him. Besides that Martin, keep visiting Mommy and Daddy from time to time. The warmth of your spirit is reassuring and strengthening as we tread this long and difficult path apart from each other for the time being. But most of all son, keep the faith that I will always love you, that I will never forget you, that you are always the centre of my heart and when I get there you will be the centre of attention, that all the time missed will be made up many times over. Today as every day Martin I love you and look forward to being with you again. And short of giving up one of your brothers or sisters there isn’t anything I would not give up to have but a single day or even hour more with you to hug and kiss. It will never again be "goodbye for now" Martin, but like every day of this past year it still remains and always will be "until I get there son”. I love you Martin Zephram, have a good day with Punk, Tulie, Heather and all of our family. My biggest hugs and kisses are ever yours. Daddy |
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| Very nice writing, Martin was a major life force full of love. I hope your time with Virgil is rich. |
Martin must have been so special to have such a huge part of your heart. I can only imagine that he is waiting patiently for you and keeping busy helping others settle in when they arrive. It must be difficult to be missing him so much. I hope that Dawn and the rest of the family are giving you extra snuggles today.  |
| Martin WAS such a wonderful special boy...........and you and Michelle loved him dearly. He'll be waiting for you Carl. Ali |
| What beautiful words for your beautiful boy. |
| What a loving tribute to your beautiful baby. My tears are streaming for you today. |
What a lovely letter to Martin....I must remember to have more tissues on hand when I read this section  |
| Lisa and Frankie |
| Your heartfelt letter to Martin brought the tears. What a special boy he must have been. |
| All of us who have lost our beautiful boys weep with you. |
| I am so sorry |
| What a wonderful tribute to Martin. I sit in my kitchen with tears streaming down my face. Martin was truly loved, and he knew it. I am sorry to hear that you may soon be sending Virgil, another of your babies, to be with him. Know that we are all thinking about you. |
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